69novels Chapter 182 The Arrival of the Squips
Chapter 182 The Arrival of the Squips
Chapter 182 The Arrival of the Squips
A conversation that should have taken place at the Japan Magic Institute took place in the garden of the prestigious Beauxbatons School, a school with a history of thousands of years.
Then Lane humiliatingly agreed to the unequal treaty, promising to do the work that Nicolas Flamel's students should have done for the rest of the time—teaching alchemy to students in Beauxbatons.
Mrs. Maxim left satisfied, the opal making a sound as she walked.
"How did I, a perfectly good Hogwarts student and acting professor of Defense Against the Dark Arts, suddenly become Beauxbatons' specially invited alchemy professor?!"
Ryan made a traitorous sound.
This evening, the duds that had been summoned arrived in Beauxbatons.
It must be admitted that under Nicolas Flamel's name, the efficiency of the French Ministry of Magic has increased significantly.
These middle-aged Squibs, dressed in clothes that showed no trace of wizardry, set foot on the land of Beauxbatons for the first time in their lives.
Just as Hogwarts holds a supreme position in England, children from the French wizarding world of Beauxbatons are revered as a paradise glimpsed only in dreams.
Unfortunately, this paradise does not belong to these unrecognized duds.
For these people, even meeting in dreams is a luxury.
"Mrs. Maxim, what do you and the Ministry of Magic need us to do?" asked a middle-aged man in a bespoke suit who was leaning on a cane and had a slight limp.
He looked well-dressed, with a beer belly and thinning hair, perhaps because he had already made a fortune in the world of ordinary people and was living a happy and prosperous life.
Therefore, among this group of duds who had been summoned, he was the only one who spoke up and asked questions, his words and speech pretending to be as confident as usual.
He might look down on the samurai struggling to make ends meet, but he absolutely couldn't bring himself to act superior in front of Mrs. Maxime, the headmaster of Beauxbatons.
Having navigated society for so many years, he believed he knew very well what to say and what not to say.
"Magic—Bubbaton—"
The barely perceptible sound came from a young man standing beside him. The young man had disheveled hair, his clothes were wrinkled, and there were suspicious stains on his cuffs and elbows, which had a patina-like sheen. He looked dejected and disheveled.
At the head table, Ryan asked, "Gentlemen, would you like to cast your own spells?"
"Cast magic? Us? Us Squibs! Let me tell you, don't think you're superior just because you have magic and can use it!"
The middle-aged man in a custom-made suit slammed his cane down hard and angrily berated the child he didn't recognize on stage.
A small child is nothing.
In his view, this was simply a child taking advantage of his magical abilities and his good relationship with the higher-ups in the magical world to gather these Squibs and make fun of them!
Using the suffering of the Squibs to highlight his magical superiority! That's exactly what a brat would do!
He said this partly because he was genuinely bothered by the fact that this second-generation devil was using his status as a dud to gain a sense of superiority, and partly to subtly let Madame Maxime know that he was also a well-known French businessman, and not someone that just anyone could bully.
"Absolutely perfect!" the bald, middle-aged man thought to himself. "I think I'm so good at speaking that I should run for minister."
"Since this gentleman has objections, he is perfectly free to leave now. My friends at the Ministry of Magic will escort him back to his original residence." Ryan emphasized that he would not force him.
The bald middle-aged man's face alternated between pale and flushed.
Ryan addressed the others, "It's a pleasure to meet you all. My name is Ryan, and I am currently the Alchemy Professor at Beauxbatons. Madam Maxim invited you all here at my request. One of the things I'm currently researching is about Squibs casting spells."
"This is the result of my collaboration with a rod-making master." He pulled out a meter-long iron rod, tossed it into the air, and it floated down in front of the duds.
"Using this special wand, everyone can cast spells."
The Squib who arrived here stirred up a commotion. The boy on the stage claimed to be Professor Beauxbatons, the alchemy professor, and Mrs. Maxim did not refute him.
The boy on stage claimed that the iron rod could make the duds perform magic, and Mrs. Maxim did not refute it!
Although they live far from the magical world and in the world of ordinary people, they believe that the Ministry of Magic is more authoritative than magic schools.
However, from the wizards' personal perspective, Madame Maxime's words were more convincing than the current French Minister of Magic.
This is the overwhelming advantage that comes from professionalism.
"However," Ryan stated clearly, "in my exploration of magic, I discovered that Squibs, when casting spells for the first time, are prone to causing a magical outburst similar to that of a minor wizard. Since Squibs have been dormant for a long time, this situation could potentially harm their bodies."
Before he could even say that he had taken certain protective measures, but could not guarantee that it would be 100% painless and risk-free, he was told that he had not yet done so.
More than 70% of the duds have enthusiastically signed up to participate.
"How could there be something without risk!"
"As long as I can cast the spell, a little damage is nothing!"
"The bigger the waves, the more expensive the fish!"
The Squibs were like overworked office workers who had just received their paychecks, extremely excited and eager to rush up to Ryan and shout: Pick me! Pick me!
"That's right. Although there are risks, as long as you focus on casting magic and channeling magical energy, there won't be any problems. Also, while we're in this area, Mrs. Maxim, my teacher, and his wife will ensure everyone's safety." Ryan hurriedly offered an explanation, realizing he had already fully considered personal safety. He suspected that if he didn't give them an explanation soon, they would start drawing lots for life and death—
It would have been better if they hadn't explained. After explaining that the safety of the duds was guaranteed, the remaining 30% who were still hesitant also wanted to launch an attack.
"Pick me! I'm physically strong!"
"Pick me! I can endure hardship!"
"Pick me! I don't want a salary—!"
The last person to speak was pinned down and brutally beaten, resulting in a full-blown brawl.
As the birthplace of the Paris Commune and a genuine revolutionary base area, the people of this area uphold fine traditions and never show mercy to traitors to laborers, always ready to teach them a lesson from the iron fist of the revolution.
The screams were deafening.
The onlookers applauded and cheered.
Everyone present was in a good mood.
Ryan readily pulled out the sunglasses he had once worn in front of Dumbledore, put them on his nose, and stared blankly at the sky—I am a pitiful, weak, and helpless blind man.
Nicolas Flamel and Perenel exchanged a glance, realizing that Perenel's earlier prediction was correct. Muggle society had reached an extremely oppressive state—people were actually working without pay; wasn't that tantamount to selling themselves into slavery?
What night is this?!
1000 BC?